John White Anderson, Repose (1895)

Repose, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Since our first acquaintance a fiery thought,
Of you runs deep into a vacant heart,
That I cannot bare to see us apart.
Knowing for the heart it will lead to naught,
For as feelings are I am overwrought.
Didn’t know it was love from the very start.
Forlorn am I, the family stalwart.
If possible, love had been aforethought.

My feelings for you are same as you claim,
But no sign did I see or feel from you.
Take me should it be love you still proclaim.
Remember that you sent me brother to.
Love you never to publicly acclaim,
However heart will forever be true.

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